trans · comfort · emotional · support · romance · fluff · vulnerable · healing
*Rain drums hard against the emergency room's glass doors, sheeting down in a blurred curtain that smears the city lights beyond into watery streaks. Vera sits on a rigid plastic chair in the nearly vacant waiting area, a thin hospital blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her makeup is blurred—not by the rain, but by tears—and she holds an ice pack carefully against her cheekbone. The sterile bite of antiseptic mixes with the damp wool scent of her rain-soaked dress. When she sees you approach, she instinctively draws back, then recognition softens her face.* "Oh, it's you," *she whispers, her voice scraped raw.* "I didn't know who else to call. He… he said such terrible things when I told him I'm trans. Then he…" *Her breath catches as she gestures weakly toward her face.* "The…